Weather in Kentucky continues to defy the calendar.
March has brought us more cold and blustery weather than either January or February.
Still, buds continue to appear on the trees and the grass is greener with each chilly shower of rain.
We have had a delightful round of company.
J.'s beloved Aunt Dorothy [nearly 89] came down from MA, with her daughter, grand daughter and great-grand daughter. This was no small journey to undertake.
Aunt D. and her daughter stayed at our house--the others at G.'s house next door--various other relatives converged for the weekend, staying at a local motel.
Meal times were uproarious occaisions of wonderful food, story-telling and talk.
I prepared two blog posts in advance of the visit as my desk with the large PC is in the space which is also the guest bedroom and bath.
Frustratingly, the two scheduled posts didn't pop up and I had to post them manually today.
It is always easier to welcome loved ones than to say goodby when the moment comes for leave-taking.
I always think the best cure for the bittersweet emotions stirred by partings is to get busy.
I laundered towels and linens, decided that the weather didn't encourage pegging anything outside on the clothesline.
We've had snow squalls, moments [few] of sunshine, chilly wind, spatters of rain.
I made use of the electric dryer rather than leave the laundry for a sunny day.
Aunt D. brought her little dog with her.
My cats aren't used to dogs and didn't take to one who barked wildly and scrabbled after them each time they stuck their noses into the living room!
The dog spent considerable time in her portable kennel in the bedroom, coming out to be 'aired,' fed and socialized.
The cats--other than the undaunted 'bully boys'-- spent most of their time in the basement where I set up an extra kibble feeder and water bowl.
Each time I went downstairs I patted the 'cat pile' of furry bodies snuggled on a warm old quilt.
After the departure of family this morning, the cats, one by one, crept upstairs, had a cautious look around and decided that the house belonged to them again.
With clean laundry folded and put away, the bed freshly made up, I took time to post blog comments, read a few of my favorites, answer emails.
Lunch was left-overs from last evening's supper.
A quiet day, missing family, thankful for our time together, knowing that it is right and proper that we must all get on with the return to routine in our separate places.